Dear friend:-
You're here finally and I bow to the one that brought you here. You're here because you chose to be here at this time. You're here to celebrate beauty through words we speak, through deep silence. We might call them poetry or songs or chants. It does not matter what we call them. What matters most is you're here. These words come through us like flowers come through plants, like the rains pour from the sky. May we all become the light we spread, the beauty we speak. Blessings.
Friday, June 10, 2016
your depth
If the environment
In which you live
cannot understand
and support your depth
don’t take it personally nor
try to convince anyone.
Continue to sing your song.
Water is never in a rush
to get somewhere.
She moves into
the crust of the earth
slowing.
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